I love the idea of this memoir type novel by Christie Purifoy. The cover is lovely and the idea of reflecting about life through the eyes of living in a farm house in Pennsylvania through the four seasons seems lovely and like a book I would absolutely love. Except, I am sad to say that I did not love it. But I would not want to dissuade others who might enjoy this type of read. This is a book for anyone but not a book for everyone.
Purifoy writes beautifully and with so many nuggets of truth (some quite tweetable) buried in chapters of free flowing thought. While there is a sequence to this book, it is easy to get lost in her reflections. She says so many beautiful things, about life, love, and family. My mistake might have been the anticipation of an Ann Voscamp type book, and this is not it at all. I am not sure it could be classified or filed with a certain genre.
I am required to give an honest review and so I did, but please be sure not to pass this book by just because I personally don’t care for it. (Can you tell I hate giving a bad review?) You might love this book with its lyrical form. It is endearing and could be a favorite of yours, it just was not my cup of tea. I was given a complimentary copy of this book by the its publisher in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are my own and I have not been compensated in any way.